ra stallone bag talk (feat. stros) şarkı sözleri
Uh, Stros
They got me in my bag like I'm looking for Father Christmas
Not too humble for revenge don't make it on karmas wishlist
Stop bitching two injections and the right shade of lipstick
Just respect it I'm connected like Morgan Freedman's hit list
Death is in the air like still hearts and open eyes
I start drinking just as soon as god decide to close the blinds
Its like a gymnast on the board when they load the nine
Just know anywhere you find hope better know its crime
I keep an open mind like Mojo and Rick opps
That oh no will bounce yo ass like pogo and tik-toks
I'm strip-hot
Stros a raw ball on the corner Turning out the night and breaking more laws in the morning
I'm all for it
Give my rage a chance at life
I'm with my main but give this dime bitch a chance at night
My ambition come from missions screaming damn, that's nice
I ain't bitching, it's just sickening I'm like, damn that's life,
Bitch
Yeah
I'm in my bag again
Vagabond, wandering around Wishing that I had a friend
Pencil in meetings for the cash like it's a habit
Got a bad bitch who shake her ass to television static
It's the
Most hated on they treat us like a basket case
Kiss of death, baby, can you tell me how the casket taste
I knew I wasn't wasting time with all that time I had to waste
Show them what it's like to lose and leave them with the saddest face
Bars hotter than a fireplace on Christmas
They don't understand that I only spit if I got shit to say
Money longer than that Al Capone prison stay
If I only know one thing I know I'm getting lit today
Hundred pounds on the scale but I ain't lifting weights
Shit done changed in a game it went from nicks to eighths
Hop on the mic and I'm eating just let me fix a plate
You think you did it like me well that's a big mistake
Four locos to Henny but we still sipping forties
If I'm in town for the week I'm probably with your shorty
Just another sorry story
Studying the art of war
Balling like I'm Brunson put my money with me in the morgue

